Gabriel would feel very safe. Lucy's back moulded to her shoulders like a good cushion, making Gabriel want to use her as a pillow. Her arms would hang limp as would her legs as the torture rank position remained in place, tentative to bend Lucy over.
"
Hmm~..." The queen couldn't admire how soft Lucy's body felt, how peaceful and submissive it was for her to do whatever she wanted to her. "
Lucy, this is your way of telling me you want more."
Her fingers would wander up and down Lucy's thighs, appreciating their softness and delicacy, wiggling them a little to gauge their pomposity. Maybe they're one of those legs that gets bruised fast. How cruel that is.
Her fingers would sometimes brush against the edge of the victim's skirt, as if to warn of her next foray into her loins as the audience continued to brainstorm what to do with the surrendered girl. Lucy didn't look like she was going to recover any time soon despite the time Gabriel was giving her, and the Queen seemed more energetic and capricious than ever.
Although, much to the chagrin of the more sadistic fans, the stronger blonde was not taking any suggestions from the crowd, as usual, and chances were that if she did please anyone, it was by coincidence. She didn't love to indulge anyone other than her opponent, and she'd like to know what Lucy would want now that she was beginning her public humiliation.
The Royal Viper would keep circling the centre of the ring, pensive.
It might be new for some to see Lucy in this situation, or it might not. Gabriel wouldn't have done too much research on Andersen to answer that, and she wouldn't dare say openly that she's a jobber, no matter how much she thinks she is one. But maybe Lucy likes to feel this way, displayed and subdued, owned like an object by someone tougher than she is, and that's why she's not putting up a fight? Or maybe it's a deceptive ploy to recover while the queen is enraptured with the prize of having her on top!
"
Pff! How clever of you." She commented scathingly.
With that phrase the queen stopped her catwalk and straightened up in front of a ringside camera.
The hand that was buckling Lucy's thigh slid down to the insides of Lucy's thighs, rubbing them as if its softness was too addictive, stroking her thumb over the hamstring area, the part closest to the groin, and thus one of the most sensitive, while the rest of it roamed up and down her skin, squeezing ever tighter and more desirously. Let's see if this girl has enough energy to open, close, or shake her legs.
The audience would only cheer for what's to come!
"
Lucy. If you're still with me I want you to think about what you want most right now." Gabriel commanded, raising her hand away from fiddling with Lucy's legs, and her hand would look like a scorpion's tail, pointing her fingers at the inside of Lucy's legs. "
Because I'm going to give it to you." And like a whip, her hand would fly full speed into the insides of the skirt, disappearing inside it once more!
With luck, the two exploring fingers would penetrate Andersen as smoothly and perfectly as only Gabriel knows how unleashing another fingering.
